Responses to this Challenge

One day Mr. Pickle dropped a nickel in front of the cash register. This made the cat purr. After Mr. Pickel picked up the nickel, he gave the cat a scratch and realized his shoes were not a match. This made him quiver and he hurt his liver; the shopkeeper drove him away, but he was back the very next day. But, the very next day, Mr. Pickle was back and he dropped another nickel. He dropped the nickel on the mat where the cat sat. Soon, to my dismay, Mr. Pickle he passed away, but he came back from the dead to pick up the nickel; yes, his name is Mr. Pickle!!!

Her hands gripped the pickle. She was stressed. An entire family depended on her in this moment.

She was a trained firefighter. The little plastic house, set in the center of the rug in the center of the living room, was burning.The wooden people inside were in a chaotic frenzy.

She had stolen a lighter from her father, and she had stolen lighter fluid from the shed. After trying a few magic spells, the dollhouse finally caught. It snailed along at first, but now the walls of the house began to drip colored drops.

Not a moment too late, she squirted the juices from the pickle. She had stolen it from the fridge. Calloused hands gripped her head and pulled her away.

Snails are lucky creatures. Living on the ground as the trees tower above them, and all other animals seem to forget about them. They have few worries and lots of time. They spend their days farming. They have developed an incredibly complicated system, and they only produce one crop. That one crop feeds them, shelters them from their callous environment, and provides jobs for every snail under the trees. Pickles, pickles are crop that provides the snails with everthing they need. It is pickles that shelter them, pickles that feed them and the pickle process that employs every single snail. Every snail but one. Frankie has other ambitions he just wanted to be a firefighter. A human firefighter.

There was a fire at the Pickle Plant. Paul Prince's Prized Pickles Co. went down in flames. It started in the jar room, where each and every one of the pickles was put in a glass jar with 7 other pickles, who once shared the same cucumber plant back in June, before they were harvested and sent to Paul Prince's Prized Pickles Co.. All the workers got out safely.As the plant manager, Paul Prince's nephew, called the fire department, the fire spread to the rest of the plant. The workers ran out of the building, their hands were sweaty from the heat, but they got even sweatier when the workers ran out of the building into the 100 degree weather. The calloused hands from all that pickle work were put in front of their owners faces, to hide the tears.

I just knew that the firefighter would spell callous wrong, he was in such a pickle. When he went to spell the word, he said the letter so slow that a snail had time to make it all the way across the podium. When the firefighter was almost done spelling the word, the sirens went off and he had to leave. The world may never know if he could spell callous. When everyone had left, the Judge threw his smartphone across the stage and killed the snail.

Once upon a time in a far away land, there was a fireifghter, but his problem was that he was obsessed with pickles. But because he would eat so many pickles that he would always get these callouses on his fingers, and it bothered him because when he had to go on a call, then he would be so slow, like a snail, because he was so at from all of the pickles he ate, but he got this illness from eating so many pickles that he can only speak in spelling language. So he is a firefighter with callous fingers because of his obsessions with pickles and he is so fat because he never got to the gym since he started his pickle fit back in 2000, so he is as slow as a snail, and he has an illness that he can only talk in spelling.

I was in a pickle. I had no idea what to do. I could feel the breath of an angry snail brushing against my callouses. I had been put under some sort of spell after someone asked me if I was into heavy metal like One Direction, Nickelback, and Metallica. I instantly cringed so much I passed out. It was so bad that a firefighter had to give me CPR. When I finally came to, I proceeded to projectile vomit everywhere. I realized there was no snail.

The world is tough,like a callous,everything is changingbut changing slowlyA snail can go as fastas it desiresThe world is toughlike all the firefighterscome as one.The world more beautifulthan anythingWe're in a picklewar everywhereloss, despair, deathfollow us aroundwe need a spellto escape this hellwe need an eraserto start this story overand make it better.The world is tougher,than you think.The world changing slowly.But the thing is,We all call ithome.